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Mar. 23rd, 2002 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireDreaming this week has been an exercise in unconscious creativity. Last night was a long movie, of many stories. Technology, love and fighting, dying, mountain climbing, walking through heather and scrub brush weirdly mixed in a landscape half Europe and half Texas. I remembering shouting, a lot.
I almost wish it was pouring or hailing today. Working a Saturday during a sale won't be good. Yesterday was bad enough. The store was crowded, and people can be such damn vultures. I loathe the greediness, the inconsiderate behaviour, the stupidity. I undercharged a woman yesterday, and I let it go without thinking about it too much. She then had the nerve to come back five minutes later and barge her way to the head of the line and say I'd overcharged her. Bah.
I almost wish it was pouring or hailing today. Working a Saturday during a sale won't be good. Yesterday was bad enough. The store was crowded, and people can be such damn vultures. I loathe the greediness, the inconsiderate behaviour, the stupidity. I undercharged a woman yesterday, and I let it go without thinking about it too much. She then had the nerve to come back five minutes later and barge her way to the head of the line and say I'd overcharged her. Bah.